On a drizzly morning hike around Friar's Bay on Campobello, I flashed upon this grove of white birch behind Hubbard's Cottage (next door to Franklin and Eleanor's cottage). The stark upright geometry of the trees with their crown of gold leaves and emerald sweep of understory, stood majestic in the monochrome light.
|Just a few yards away I was taken by the abstract melancholy of Hubbard's pier and boardwalk with the turquoise house in the distance.|
|Again, the same desolate pier appears from another angle. A pale rose horizon appears as the tide recedes.|